Rachel: To be able to fly, to be smoke, or a wolf? To know the night and live in it forever? That's not so bad. You call us 'monsters, ' but when you dream, you dream of flying, and changing, and living without death. You envy us, and what you envy.
Lori Desinger: ...We destroy.
Chucky: You little shit. Do you realise what you've done? It's too late. I've spent to much time in this body. I'm fucking trapped in here!
Grandpa Fred: They put me on at 3am. People who are awake at 3am aren't afraid of the Wolfman. The only thing that frightens those people is sobering up and going to work.
Bill: He thr-thr-thr-thrusts his fi-fi-fists ag-ag-against the pos-posts and...
Ben: He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts. That's all it says over and over.
Bill: Th-th-thats w-w-what m-m-my m-m-mom g-gave me t-to h-help with my st-st-stutter.
Richie: I hate to tell you buddy, it ain't working.
Sergeant: Chief Heinemann says...
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Well, Heinemann can kiss my sweet ass!
Earl Bassett: What kind of fuse is that?
Burt Gummer: Cannon fuse.
Earl Bassett: What the hell you use it for?
Burt Gummer: My cannon.
Father Dyer: May the schwartz be with you.
Tinker: I'll be in hell for breakfast.
Grand High Witch: This stinking little carbuncle has had five hundred doses! Aha, we are having Instantaneous action.
Young Winnie: Hey! Hey, Fellatio! Got a match? Well, I do! Your face and my ass! Your breath made of buffalo farts.
David Labraccio: Do I know you?
Young Winnie: You don't know jack-shit! Butt-wipe! Needle-dick! Cock-bite! Jack-off! Limp-wrist! Corn-hole! Banana-breath! Shit-bird! Bird-turd! Turd-face! Kiss-ass! Brown-nose! Macho wimp! Limp dick! Fart-face! Tire merchant! What's the matter? Gonna cry? Come on, Crybaby Davie! Cry! Cry! Cry! Shit-face! Rat-turd! Ass-licking son of a bitch.
Cody: I'm going in there to waste some teachers - are you with me?
Aunt Betty: There. What are you studying?
Troy McGreggor: French Revolution.
Aunt Betty: Oh, that looks more like World War Two.
Warwick: We're going to hell...together!
Father Luke Brophy: She has an unGodly voice, maniacal facial expressions.
Father Jebedaiah Mayii: That doesn't prove a thing, she could be related to Joe Cocker.
Father Luke Brophy: No.
Father Jebedaiah Mayii: Could it be she had PMS?
Turkell: It must be visiting hours, 'cause my friend is back.
Army Officer: Mr. Singer. What an appropriate name for a man who can't keep his mouth shut.
Norman: I know that in the cosmic scheme of things, little boys are small, but some days they can be... some days little boys can be giants.
Barbara: They're us. We're them and they're us.